First of all, I have closed the case on mysterious oozing that I thought was coming from under a shelf in my kitchen. It’s still gross but at least it is not rat blood. LOL. So, as we all know because I whine about it all the time, walking is not my best subject right now. So, Just Jenn has been teaching me how to use Instacart. The thing is, getting the groceries from the door to the kitchen is also quite an issue. So, I normally put away anything that goes in the fridge or the freezer first. And then the other stuff as my energy allows. Apparently, when you order produce, like onions or mangos, or a potato, the shopper puts each of them in individual plastic bags. As opposed to when I buy them, I throw them in the cart and they go in plastic bags at the point of sale.
I keep stuff like that on the bookshelf. I usually just throw them all in a bowl. However, more recently I have just thrown all the bags on the shelf. So apparently, a manjo rotted in the bag and began drip, drip, dripping on the floor. Case closed. But, there are still things in bags on the shelf. Sorry, I am doing the best that I can. I’m going to try to clean a bit in an attempt to get rid of the swarms of fruit flies. I hope Marc with a C doesn’t read this post. He would be appalled.
The New Case
I’ve moved on to a new case. On days like today when I actually open the curtains, I am kind of obsessed with the neighbors. On one side I have the two pastors who love me and check on me. On the other side I have another lovely couple. I’ve heard he is a chef. They have a small child and sometimes take the baby carriage for a stroll. But most they get deliveries. LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS of deliveries. Like all day every day. How much crap do they need? But, the most interesting thing is the cars. Recently, they both got at least one new SUV. His and hers I suppose. Yet they still have another kinda nice car. And the SUVs got out, and come back like within the hour all day long.
They also have a lot of parties. Which is odd because they are not so friendly. Maybe they just don’t like me. I have a few theories. Maybe he is not chef? Maybe he works for a car company? Maybe he’s in the CIA? I dunno. Today’s new delivery was a washer and dryer. Clearly, I have too much time on my hands but I’m sort of obsessed with them. The SUVs come and go A LOT. They have become more interesting than Hipster Boy who lives across the street. 🙂
The life of a shut in… we take the drama where we can get it. And if there is no drama we just make shit up. 🙂